A weekend afternoon, I strolled through the Plaza, with the bustling crowds, aimlessly with the crowds "flow with the waves. Inadvertently, in front of a familiar store, stopped in his tracks.
That is a florist, called "happiness", and the owner of the flower store with my mother is a former friend, I also have a "few times" with her. Every time I see her, there is always a kind of indescribable cordiality and warmth. She loves to laugh, always with an infectious smile on her face. Even if you are passing by the trouble you encountered, see the flower store in front of the smiling little sister, will feel very warm, she has a head of long hair slightly curly, so that her already slightly small size seems elegant and gentle. When she is working, she likes to use a pencil to pin her long hair, giving people a kind of indescribable aesthetic. A pair of big eyes through the infinite tenderness, every time I have something on my mind, she always know at a glance, fine words gurgling into my heart, let me feel warm.
Every time I asked her why she opened this flower store, she always smiled, nothing to say, just wipe the corner of the eyes of the teardrops, shrugged his shoulders. Inadvertently, I know the answer. She has a little daughter, her little daughter loves flowers, especially the starry sky, but because of an accident, the angel took away this lovely girl, because of longing, she opened this flower store. A said to be the love of flowers, more importantly, is buried in the bottom of the heart of that thought. She is not pessimistic, every time still work diligently, take good care of these flowers, she said: "see these flowers, it is like seeing the girl." Always inadvertently, she will quietly wipe away the tears in the corner of her eyes. Who would know that the woman who always smiles in front of her has a lot of unknown pain in her heart.
She is very kind. Every weekend, as long as she is not busy, she will always bring a few flowers to visit the neighbor grandmother, with the grandmother nagging home, such as those "today and do what delicious ah" "see what what fun things ah" and so on a hundred chat will not get tired of the topic. Sometimes, I would go out for a walk with my grandmother, and the sunset was always very cozy with one tall and one short. Neighbors who don't know her will say that she is lucky to have such a filial daughter! Hearing this, whose face does not overflow with happy smiles!
She is very sweet, very sweet smile, very sweet heart, very sweet conversation. Staying with her is just very comfortable, light happiness, in this, it is enough.
The spring breeze is slightly intoxicated, the sun remains, her optimism, kindness, plus a little light happiness.
The flowers are still blooming, happiness and warmth are still there, as in the beginning.
Happiness blossomed in the smallest place Essay Part 2
Great love, life, a little bit of happiness that is tiny, that is also worth collecting. In the corner of the mouth, in the corner of the wall, in the smallest place, they are quietly waiting for us, just for the moment that the flowers bloom.
The winds of early spring are always cold, they pass through the door, squeeze into the window, waking me up still asleep. I rubbed my eyes, found the door open again, that a stream of cold wind, along this "highway" straight to my warm nest. I hurriedly put on two pieces of cotton clothes, rushed to the door of the house and shouted "who left the door open again, freezing me to death! But no one responded. I just remembered that my mom and dad have been on a business trip, and there is no one to help me close the doors and windows.
I walked slowly to the living room, and found that on the table there are two more pills and a cup of cold water. I didn't pay much attention to it, and after a brief wash, I paced around my home in boredom.
"Thump, thump, thump--" a rush of footsteps came out of the hallway, approaching my floor with a raspy sound. Not long after, the door was opened, and the man standing in the doorway couldn't stop breathing. When I saw him, I couldn't help but call out "Grandpa, what are you doing here? Please come in." Then I helped him into the house. It was only then that I noticed a plastic bag in his hand. He slowed down, lifted the bag, and said to me with a smile, "Look, this is the bibimbap that I queued up for half an hour to buy, and you ate it when you were a child.
I responded, put the bowl on the table, took out the chopsticks, began to savor. Sure enough, one bite down, childhood memories echoed in my mind like a movie, and my body wasn't cold anymore, I just felt a stream of warmth flowing through my body, it was wonderful.
I looked up and realized that my grandfather had turned his back. I suddenly realized that the medicine and water on the table, had disappeared, a closer look, all in Grandpa's hand. He quickly swallowed two pills, then turned around to talk and laugh with me again. I suddenly thought of something, took another bowl, and a pair of chopsticks, evened out half of the mixed noodles and set it in front of grandpa "Grandpa, eat together, such a delicious food, you also taste it." "I'm not hungry, it's you who should eat more." At my insistence, grandpa took the bowl and slowly ate. Maybe he was shy, he was smiling and eating.
At that time, I seemed to be able to see that happiness was quietly blooming in the smallest place.
Happiness blossomed in the smallest detail. 3
I mostly stayed with my grandmother in the countryside during the winter vacation, and I was especially fond of the happy time I spent with her.
The north wind is bitterly cold, and in the early morning of winter in the countryside, the sky is extraordinarily cold, and you can hear the clattering sound of the wind blowing against the trees from the bed, and every time I hear this sound, I can't help but cover my head in the quilt. Not waiting for me to sleep in bed enough, Grandma quietly knocked on the door and shouted at me to get up: "Yesterday, I was still anxious to follow me out to buy food, how to stay in bed today."
I eat breakfast while looking at the snow outside the window, the cold wind whistling, I myself while stomping feet while shivering. Grandma looked at me in this way, smiled and came over to pat my shoulder, said compassionately: "It's cold, right, told you to wear more it, just do not listen!"
The two of us talked and laughed all the way down the stairs. I stood on the side of the road rubbing my hands and breathing, unconsciously calves are slightly shaking. The morning is quiet, occasionally hear a few birdsong, other miscellaneous sounds seem to be all covered by the drifting snow, the sky is not yet completely bright it, the crescent moon is not completely disappeared, I listened to the snow mixed with the rain on the roof of the branches of the ground on the "rustling" sound, saw the grandmother pushed the car over.
She parked the car next to me, holding a pile of scarves, hats and masks. "It's nothing really, you don't have to go if you're cold." I shook my head and said I wanted to go grocery shopping with her too. She wrapped me up tightly before she was satisfied to step into the car, clad in the worn-out blue raincoat.
Along the way, I really didn't feel the cold wind like I had earlier. I uncovered the scarf that wrapped around my entire face, and before I had a chance to re-wrap it around me, that cold wind stabbed at me like a knife blade, and small snowflakes drifted onto my eyelashes. Faintly, I felt my grandmother's head turn toward me and say, "If you're cold, lean on my back." She frees a hand and moves backward to cover my leg with her raincoat, and I feel her cold, wrinkled hand and hold it tight. Leaning on her broad back, as if there was no more noise around, seemed to hear the sound of snow falling, my heart quieted down, not trembling, warmer, she held my hand tightly as well, I secretly raised the corners of my mouth behind.
Always feel that this time the morning passes very slowly, although it is busy and cold, but always let me feel leaning on the shoulder is the feeling of happiness, is warm.
Happiness blossomed in the smallest detail Essay Part 4
The wind, blowing gently, it wrapped the leaves on the roadside, but also light, making a rustling sound.
As the sun was setting, I rode my bike home as usual. Just as I arrived at the door, I heard my brother's clear and loud voice.
My brother was standing in the doorway waiting for me with a smile on his face, and pounced on me as soon as we met. Although it was a regular recipient of such enthusiastic meet and greets, I was still staggered by the impact because of his enthusiasm.
I stroked his furry head and led him by the hand to the table.
"Oops, it's my sister back!" Mom, who was preparing the last meal of the night, suddenly snapped as well.
I went back to my room and put my book bag down, washed my hands, and sat down next to my brother, waiting with him for dinner.
Somehow, my mom made all the dishes I love to eat today, and I wolfed down my meal, and my brother seemed to be infected by me, and he and I both looked like we hadn't eaten, and my mom laughed softly at the scene.
"Slow down and eat!"
After I finished eating, I went back to my room contentedly and started to prepare for tomorrow's mimeograph, just as I was memorizing, my brother suddenly pushed open my door with a chocolate in his hand, I thought he was asking me to open it for him, but who knows, after he put the chocolate in my hand, he said thank you and left.
Thank you, these two words are mom has always taught him, whether he receives something, or send out something, will use his soft and sticky voice to say, thank you.
I opened the package and put a whole chocolate in my mouth, and with the temperature in my mouth, it gradually melted, sweet with a hint of bitterness.
I dare not say that it was the best chocolate in the world, but it was the sweetest and happiest chocolate I have ever eaten.
When it faded away in my mouth, the warmth did not fade away. A small chocolate, a simple thank you, all let me in a busy day fully feel happy.
Perhaps happiness always blossoms in the smallest details.
Happiness blossomed in the smallest place Essay Part 5
Happiness is like a mischievous child, always loves to hide and seek with us, and quietly blossomed in that small place.
Last semester, a flu virus was widely spread in our area, and I was infected with it since I was a child with weak resistance, so I had to take a leave of absence for a while. But I didn't realize that this time, I was sick for the happiness of the seed. I watched in that noisy hospital as the clear liquid passed through a small, sharp, silver needle, lodged in my veins, and flowed back into my body. After a long, uninteresting period of time, I was finally able to return to school after adding the weight of four vials of fluid to my body. At this point weak and afflicted by illness I was still happy.
"Knock, knock, knock," three knocks on the door, and with a nod of the head from the language teacher, all in red, I slowly walked into the classroom. After a while, the bell rang. The language teacher came over to me and asked, "Feeling better?" I nodded, and there was an indescribable feeling in my heart. Was it happiness, or touching, or warmth? "Drink more hot water." "Uh, thank you teacher!" The teacher gave me that "professional smile". Suddenly, my classmates gathered around. "Class president, are you feeling better?" "Class president, drink more water!" "Class president, take care of yourself." "Class president ...... "My nose instantly soured, the love of my classmates really moved me too much, being in a collective is such a good and happy thing! My heart felt warm, and I felt as if I had gotten better all of a sudden! Not long after, the class teacher came into the classroom and walked towards me. "Feeling better?" "Uh-huh." "Here, let me give you a squeeze!" The teacher's ten fingers then seemed to dance around my head, here and there. The dance made me feel much better. "Thank you, teacher!" Afterward, it was really warm when the teacher and my classmates made up for me the lessons I hadn't heard. The flower of happiness bloomed in this small way!
The flower of happiness never wilts. It's just that she's playing hide-and-seek with you! If you look carefully, it will bloom quietly in the smallest place.
Happiness in the subtle blossoming of the essay Part 6
Happiness, like a seed, sown in the bottom of the heart, with the passage of time, it is in the subtle blossoming of the subtle blossoming of the subtle. As time passes, it blossoms in the smallest of places.
The sky has long been dark, only the moon exudes bright luster, grasshoppers chirping in the grass. The clock is constantly moving towards 11 o'clock. And I am still writing, I study the bitter sea still can not see the other side of the shore, and I wrestle with the difficult problem seems to have endless power. I threw down my pen, sighed, stretched my aching arms, kicked my legs that hadn't moved in almost a thousand years, picked up my pen and continued to bury my head in the struggle. "Squeak-" the door was pushed open, and I turned around to see my mom tiptoeing in with a steaming cup of milk. Seeing me turn back, she smiled at me apologetically, her footsteps were no longer careful, she handed me the milk, stroked my cheek with her warm hand, and said softly, "Son, don't be exhausted, have a glass of milk." She gazed at me, her eyes revealed incomparable love, seeing me "gulp gulp" finished, she smiled with satisfaction, patted my head, and went out. The mellow milk slipped into my stomach, unusually warm, happy.
Happiness, blooming in a glass of milk.
Summer nights, the hot air seems to have countless mosquitoes in the "buzzing" "singing". "Turn on the fan!" I begged my mom. "No, the fan will make noise and affect your sleep." "It's too hot!" I retorted, but then reacted to the pointlessness of such a retort. So I reluctantly got under the covers. "It's too hot, it's too hot!" I yelled pouting! Mom rushed around flapping me helplessly and said, "Then mommy will fan you." I finally nodded, and my mom sat down on the edge of the bed, picked up a large bushel fan, and gently fanned me. The wind came out in the rhythm of the fan going up and down. With the breeze, I slowly fell asleep. I don't know how much time has passed, I was awakened by a "thud", and then suddenly realized that my mother had collapsed on the side of the bed. "Mom-" I said hoarsely. "Huh?" Mom woke with a start, whirled around to see me sitting on the bed, and said apologetically, "Lie down and get some sleep! Mommy's going to keep fanning you." I choked and said, "No, mom, go ahead and go to sleep" "Okay then, go to sleep!" Mom patted my head and went out. Lying in bed, I shed tears of happiness, although there is no breeze, but I can still feel the coolness of mother's love.
Happiness, blooming in a breeze.
Milk, breeze, these in the life of the original ordinary things, in my view but not ordinary. Because they have been endowed with love. And the happiness that love brings blossoms in the smallest way.
The rapeseed flowers in front of my grandmother's house are blooming one by one, so I can't help but swim in the sea of flowers. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at this. The sunshine sprinkled, pieces of cauliflower bright and shiny, more charm of the stone into gold.
The chimney on Grandma's room began to smoke, that is the signal to go back to eat. I rushed back to the kitchen, only to see the kitchen is busy. Mom is at the stove to put firewood, the big aunt in the sink side of the cut vegetables, the spoon is Grandma, she is looking at the rice steam is not good, while frying, everything is in order. Soon, the food was ready, and the dishes were all very tempting. Everyone sat down, each with a bowl and chopsticks, and began to enjoy the gifts of nature. I sniffed the aroma of the dishes, the nose is the smell of rapeseed flowers, in addition to soup, most of the dishes are canola oil fried dishes.
My favorite dishes are the bok choy and winter melon. I put a few chopsticks into a slightly larger bowl of greens and put them in my mouth, savoring the sweet aroma of greens mixed with the fresh scent of cauliflower that filled my entire mouth and nasal passages. Grandma smiled back at me. The sun shines through the window and warms the room.
Suddenly, Grandma seemed to remember something and slowly stood up. Mom busily said, "Is there anything you forgot to take, let me help you take it." Grandma turned her head to her and said, "No, no." Grandma walked slowly toward the kitchen, looking a little ungainly, making one look at her feet. Her tiny feet were not very proportional to her body and always seemed to be crooked to one side. She pulled a large spoon out of the kitchen and smiled at me, once again throwing me a smile, but immediately looked back to the floor with a look of pain on her face that was hard to hide. She slowly placed the spoon in the eight winter melon soup and pointed to the soup, signaling for us to drink it. The whole family sat down to eat lunch together, and Grandma, who was a man of few words, showed a satisfied smile. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you can get your hands on some of the most popular ones.
Grandma's face is covered with traces of age, but she smiled so happily that she made me happy in the smallest way.
Happiness blossoms in the smallest of ways Essay 8
I spent every summer at my grandmother's house. I remembered that there was no academic ties there, but there was a kind grandmother and grandfather with me.
It was a dusk. The summer dusk is bright. Just the afterglow of three volts is still there, the house is still hot like a steamer. The heat, as if it can drive away all the appetite, even the ducks in the house also eat less.
I was staring at the neighbor's dog when the crisp clatter of dinner plates against the wooden table dragged me back to reality.
"Dinner's ready!" Grandma waved her hand, summoning Grandpa, who was out chatting with his neighbors, back home. Dinner was sumptuous: scrambled eggs with onions, patted cucumber, braised crowfish, and my favorite sweet and sour pork. I ate two popsicles in the afternoon, but I was not hungry at all. Looked at the table of food, eat two bites of food, and then scattered chopsticks, ran to find the village of the children to play.
When I came back, it was already night. The sky was dotted with stars, and the stomach grumbled.
"Grandma, I want to eat mochi." Just as I entered the door, I said pitifully to my grandmother.
"Let you not eat. It's so late and there's no black rice in the house, where can I find patties for you?"
I was very lost, casually took a few cookies to fill up my hunger, and went upstairs to wash up and go to bed. Grandma looked at my back and seemed to have a plan.
A rooster crow woke me up. I woke up from my sleep and opened my bleary eyes, it was already dawn. I stretched my back and went downstairs, and saw a plate of black stuff on the table. I went closer to see what it was - it was a bowl of mochi.
Grandpa saw my face surprised, explained to me: "This is Grandma early in the morning from the market to buy black rice made. Your grandmother felt that the patties sold outside were unhygienic, so she came back to make them herself. Your grandmother got up at four o'clock so that you could eat the mochi!"
A randomly uttered food can make grandma so attached to her heart. I picked up a piece of mochi and took a bite, soft and sweet, the flavor of memory. I took a few more bites, but tasted a hint of unusual flavor. I knew it was the flavor of happiness. Grandma's mochi is a flower of happiness in a subtle way.
I have never eaten such a delicious patty cake, just that the flower of happiness is still there, it will accompany my cardamom years, with me to move forward.
The happiness blossomed in the smallest part of the essay 9
Time has no words, the years have no trace, but in my heart engraved mottled veins. The first time I saw this, I was able to see the woman's face, and I was able to see the woman's face.
The old man's hands are warm and rough, and this is the trace left by many years of farm work. And it was this hand that made my childhood happiness blossom in the smallest way.
I still remember when I was a kid, the swallow kite in the old house was made by my grandpa. A pair of eyes and wings seem to make people believe that it does not need the wind, it can also fly still. In the countryside at dusk in the fall, there were always two figures, one big and one small. The wind was blowing, I ran, while loosening the line in my hand, until it merged into the blue sky, with the wind as a companion, with the cloud as a friend.
At this time, the old man is always in the back smiling at me, the setting sun's afterglow pulls the shadow of the two of us a long, long time
To this day, I still can't forget that the young man running with the wind and the old man who smiled. That little swallow has been fixed in my heart, letting happiness blossom in the smallest way.
What is as hard to forget as the kite is the story that Grandpa told me on a moonlit summer night.
In the courtyard of the old house, the old man sat in a flowery wicker chair, and I moved a small stool to sit beside him. At this time, the trees no longer rustle, and the insects no longer chirp, as if everything is to listen to Grandpa's storytelling. The strange sounds echoed through the yard with warmth and power.
A fish leapt out of the water and became a young girl, and the poplar tree became a young man in the wind. And so so many ancient stories took root in my heart.
Then I gradually began to read. Although in the book sometimes meet with grandpa's story. However, that cold text is ultimately less atmosphere, less temperature in the voice.
Grandpa, your love warmed the years, colorful my childhood.
Whether it is a kite or a story, it is unforgettable. Time has no words, so this is the case, tomorrow is in front of us, the wind blowing through the road is still far away. Grandpa, I will definitely make unlimited things in limited time, it is you who let me have a piece of sea in my heart, and a beam of light in my heart.
Happiness blossoms in the smallest detail Essay Part 10The forest flowers have given up the spring red, too hurried. The first semester of junior high school has passed, while the mother let happiness blossom in the smallest way.
The sky is densely covered with a layer of dark clouds, as if gently touched, like a sponge leaking, I was in the crowd anxiously shuttling, but how can not find the mother. Suddenly a bolt of lightning crossed from the sky, scaring me a shiver, but also so that I found my mother.
Mother's back was illuminated by the flash of lightning for a moment, but actually looked a little stooped. I don't care so much, ran to my mother's side, threw my bag to the front of the car, and jumped on the back seat of the motorcycle to let my mother go.
Because it was drizzling, the road was a bit crowded, and I was distracted when I turned my head and saw a dandelion blooming in the rain. The raindrops fell on her like a graceful ballet, and I calmed down a lot. When I looked back at my mother's black hair, there were some white flowers interspersed with a blinding light. Mother turned back and asked, "Did you get wet? Being rained on, lying on my back, at that moment, I felt my original so happy, happy in the subtle place of flowering.
Back home, the mother did not care first dry their hair, ran to get a dry towel for me, took the towel the moment I touched the mother's cold hands. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. Mother waved her hand and wiped the water on her clothes, saying that it is not cold, it is just wet from the rain, just wipe it off. Said, from the kitchen to give me a cup of hot water, the warmth of the feeling, from the fingertips spread to the heart, in the heart of the blooming never withered flowers, happiness in the subtle blossom.
The night is already deep, people do not sleep, I lie in front of the case of hard writing, sleepy and hot, a burst of a burst to me, when my mother came in, put down a cup of chrysanthemum tea beside me. "Drink some chrysanthemum tea, can clear the heat to remove the fire." It was only then that I began to look at the cup of chrysanthemum tea, floating in the clear water a few fully bloomed chrysanthemums, like a pilot light flashing orange light
Sip a mouthful of chrysanthemums, such as the fragrance of the happiness of the feeling of me surrounded. I was so happy to see that my mother was looking at me that I was a little shy and lowered my head again, but the happiness was never far away.
Life is like a barren land, because the mother of this land was implanted in the seeds of happiness, and opened the most beautiful but very ordinary flowers.
Happiness blossoms in the smallest way.
Happiness blossoms in the smallest detail Essay Part 11
The stars, full of imagery and reverie, twinkled in the vastness of the sky, and I thought, "Happiness blossoms right here!"
The courtyard is cool in summer, and as a child I always liked to snuggle in my grandmother's arms and listen to her stories.
Looking up at the sky, the stars were twinkling. "Look! The spoon shape is the Big Dipper, look! Look! How exquisite!" Grandma pointed to the starry sky, I followed the direction of the grandmother pointed to see, see is not the spoon like the Big Dipper seven stars, into the eyes of the grandmother's silver-white hair, and that gradually disappeared face.
Grandma pointed, said, smiled, my thoughts gradually flew into the distance, I remember when I was four years old, what happened, I was still small, Grandma always used to put my back on the shoulders of the east and west, skipped around, that time I saw the other children have cotton candy to eat, I was clamoring for cotton candy, Grandma tenacious, but I said, "You stay here, I'll go to buy for you! I'll go buy them for you." Later, I played hide-and-seek with a few children. I hid in a corner and no one could find me, so I fell asleep without realizing it, but I didn't even know that my grandmother was looking for me and crying while she was looking for me. When I was found the next day, my grandmother's red eyes scared me, and she beat me, that was the only time I was beaten by my grandmother, and that time I vowed never to run away again.
"Look! Those two stars clinging to each other are the constellations Ursa Major and Ursa Minor." Sure enough the two shining stars were close together, and Grandma said, "Everything in this world is a gift of nature, and in this starry sky is also full of philosophy, which you will understand when you grow up." At that time, I didn't understand this, but what I remember is the grandmother's pleased rhyme and kind tone.
In the blink of an eye, six years have passed, and two years have passed since my grandmother passed away. In the past two years, I have come to this place that makes me sad countless times, every time I can see which pair of disgusting big and small star constellation, "say what never separate out are lying." Said tears like rain.
Looking up at the starry sky, not seen for a long time, the Big Dipper finally appeared, I think that may be the incarnation of Grandma, she is looking at me in the sky, guarding me, and I think of this my mood suddenly better. Although Grandma has passed away for a long time but the happy memories between us still exist."
"Happiness blossoms right here!" A smile that I hadn't seen in a long time spread across the corners of my mouth.
Happiness blossoms in the smallest detail Essay Part 12
Once in the spring, the flowers in the neighborhood are competing to open, the begonias are huddled together in clusters, you do not let me, I do not let you. Pavilion side of the willow tree are also pumping out new buds, a willow branch hanging on the water, caressing the water, halo open a circle of ripples.
The beautiful scenery downstairs didn't make me happy - I had just had an argument with my mother and was angry. I was sitting under the window, and my mother's voice came from my ears: "You are a young man who does not know the taste of sadness, and you do not listen to me at all, in the future you will have to suffer when you are old!" I was already upset, my mother's words are undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire. I ignored my mother's nagging, threw the door and left.
The neighborhood is very quiet, and on weekends, not many people go out for a walk. I walked alone on the path, looking at the peach blossoms that are blooming, the heart is much calmer. As I walked, I suddenly came to a place full of flowers. There were many kinds of flowers there, someone should have planted them on purpose. Walking forward again, I heard the sound of talking, it should be a mother and her child. "Son, we failed the exam this time, are don't be discouraged, next time together, we will improve!" Hearing that mother's voice, I can not help but envy, my mother how can not be as gentle as this?
Such a side thought while walking, I have long been hungry, but I do not want to go back, do not want to see the expression of disappointment of the mother, but also do not want to hear her that nagging sound. After twelve o'clock, I think my mom should have gone to work, and then secretly ran home.
Back home, the table has long been set up meals, mother left a small note on the table, wrote: girl, mother may talk too heavy, mother to apologize to you, if the meal is cold on the hot, can not be hungry. I read the little note left by my mother, the anger in my heart has long been gone. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
I looked at the flowers picked by my mother, it seems that somewhere inside, there is a flower called happiness, but also slowly blossomed ......
Happiness blossomed in the subtleties of the essay Part 13Time flies, I fluttered on the rooftop of the school campus, remembering the past, and the bits and pieces of elementary school, so that it is difficult to forget. Happiness of the light is everywhere, so that I was touched again and again for a long time, again and again tears want to double stream ......
Two years ago in the autumn of the occasion, the school sports meeting is in the middle of the fierce, and our class is on the rooftop training shuttle relay. Each group of four athletes, I lined up in the third stick.
"Run", just listen to the teacher's order, "the head of the stick" such as the string of arrows, forward "fly" to the soon to be handed over to the stick, but also as a steady emergency brake, the perfect handover. Perfect handover. And the second stick of the students is no less than the "head stick", see his momentum like a tiger, speed like a cheetah, the wind and lightning like in front of me. The teacher looked at the first two students with an appreciative eye, and then urged me to prepare to take the baton, said when it was too late, when I was still in the first two classmates admire the speed, the baton has been handed over to my hand, I hastily back to God, but also to make the whole body strength, speed forward, and thought: never be overtaken by others, we must be the first to reach the end of the line. So, just when I was supposed to hand over the baton with the next classmate, I forgot to "brake" and then hand over the baton, and the final result can be imagined ......
Since then, I have a new nickname - "Pirate Pass", which means "Pirate Pass", which means "Pirate Pass". This incident has also become my laughing stock, every time someone talks about it, it makes me ashamed.
Everyone's jokes, but my character has become a bit withdrawn, every day like doing something unseemly, avoiding everyone, for fear of who and I talk, so that I am always distracted in class, always thinking about how to make up for their own faults, to take off that nasty nickname, to change the impression of my classmates. The attentive Ms. Huang read my mind. One day after school, she called me to the office, said to me in a serious way: "children, a failure does not mean always fail, a moment I let everyone test again. This time, you can't drop the bar again!" Teacher's encouraging words and eyes, drummed up my heart will win the sail.
The second test began, I secretly held my breath, in my mind has always been silent: do not drop the stick, do not drop the stick. The baton was finally passed to my side, this time, I worked harder to rush forward, and when I was about to hand over the baton, I once again recited in my heart: don't drop the baton, don't drop the baton, don't drop the baton, please don't drop the baton! I slowed down and managed to pass the baton to the next student, finally beating the other groups. My classmates lifted me up and cheered, and my teacher gave me a thumbs up. At that moment, I was so excited that I cried ......
Happiness is everywhere, and although the teacher only said one sentence to me, he somehow made me forget it for a long time. At that moment, happiness hovered and swirled in my heart, and at that moment, the flower of happiness quietly blossomed in the smallest way!